Page 59 of The Bratva's Plus-Size Bride

Ben sighed as he watched me while he remained slumped against the seat in complete submission, not saying a word to stop me—not while our blood was pumping and the partition stood in between us and the driver.

“Jesus Christ…” he uttered, letting his head tip back as I stroked him slowly, regaining the slightest sense of restraint since I had him where I wanted him. Another hushed sound left his lips as he soaked it in.

Spurred on by his evident enjoyment, I leaned forward and gently licked the aggravated tip, immediately feeling his thighs clench beneath me. He gasped softly with his eyes closed.

I repeated those delicate touches for a moment longer, watching intently as he faltered more and more the longer it went on.

With my tongue swirling against him, Ben sighed and gently ran his fingers through my hair. “You really will be the death of me…mark my words—”

He choked back another gasp as I took him in my mouth and surrounded him with that plushy warmth I knew he loved so much. His grip on my hair tightened as I accepted more of him, gliding my cheeks against his length.

“Fuck, Gemma…” Ben mumbled as his chest rose and fell more rapidly, head lulling to the side as he cracked his eyes open to get a better look at me.

I could tell he was resisting the urge to guide me with his hand, given how his fingers twitched just as he stopped himself. But taking that as a hint, I moved down even further, filling my mouth with him completely.

He groaned at that, unable to hold it back anymore. As much as he watched to watch, he couldn’t take it and dropped his head against the headrest, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed in concentration.

As those husky sounds left his chest, I bobbed my head slowly, offering him that complete friction that I knew was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Even if he was big and somewhat intimidating to take all at once, I braced myself and continued, relaxing my throat to take him even deeper until my nose brushed against his pelvis.

“F-fuck—” he muttered, strained from the influx of sensations I offered him as his whole body tensed, one hand in my hair and the other squeezing the seat beneath him. “God, I love you…so fucking much…”

His reverent words sent another rush of excitement through me, and I fully intended to finish what I started.

Pulling back up slightly, I used my tongue in tandem with the rhythmic movements of my head, earning myself more than enough broken moans and rough attempts to not grunt audibly.

From the risky place, his encouraging grip on my hair, and the way he was so close to coming undone already, it was all too much for me to resist.

Gripping the base of him, I picked up my speed, going from torturously deliberate to enthusiastically urging him closer to the brink.

I couldn’t get enough of those moans, but as I felt his thighs clenching more and his fingers gripping the nape of my neck, I knew he was close.

He rasped out a groan before sucking in a sharp inhale again, “Don’t stop…please, don’t—”

The sound cut off at his throat as he clenched and hit the precipice, giving in to that euphoric state as he grunted and stumbled right into his orgasm.

With the flat of my tongue, I took in his release, careful to not make a mess of the backseat—although, if I was correct in assuming he’d make the driver keep going for a few more blocks, I had the feeling it would only get worse anyway.

Swallowing him up eagerly, I looked up at him to watch as he slumped into the seat with a hazy grin as he gently hooked a finger beneath my chin and urged me back up.

Instead of guiding me back into the seat, he pulled me roughly onto his lap and held me close as he caught his breath, lips a breadth away from mine. My breath hitched and my heart pounded with excitement.

“You’re too good at that, my love,” Ben murmured, leaving a searing kiss against my mouth before continuing, “but I’m not complaining, and I’m certainly not done with you yet...”

I smiled at his words, giggling quietly at the relief and mischief in his tone as he held me firmly against him in my straddling position. “Good, because we were only just getting started.”

Mirroring each other’s grins, we reconnected our lips in several long, searing kisses as my arms snaked around the back of his neck and his hands roamed my body.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my dress, edging closer and closer to my bare hips.

The touch alone made me shiver, all of my senses feeling incredibly heightened.

But before we could continue, the SUV came to a stop, and we both reacted with immediate disappointment. Given how worked up we both were, there was no way we’d be willing to climb out just to continue inside.

“Sir, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced from up front.

For a moment, Ben only looked at me as he caressed my cheek, gazing into my eyes while that undeniable hunger moved through his. As if deciding on the spot, he grumbled to himself before his voice traveled loud and far enough for the man to catch through the partition.

“Keep driving. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Even as he spoke, Ben never took his eyes off me, and my heart melted while he held me so affectionately.

Without another word, the SUV accelerated, and that private bubble around us formed again.

The moment that semblance of self-restraint cracked and his lips were on mine again, I knew we were in for a long, sinful night.

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